“I served during World War 2,” he said quietly. “But my role wasn’t the kind I could speak about. Even now, parts of it feel like they belong to another life entirely.” His tone wasn’t boastful, just weary, and shaped by years of carrying unspoken weight.
Elise sensed the edges of something complicated unraveling. She encouraged him gently without pressing. The veteran continued, explaining how he’d spent years moving between assignments, often without knowing where he’d be sent next. Elise guessed that he must’ve worked for Allied Intelligence.